Up to the heights again.

IV

Trumpeter, sound for the last Crusade!
Sound for the fire of the red-cross kings,
Sound for the passion, the splendour, the pity
That swept the world for a dead Man's sake,
Sound, till the answering trumpet rings
Clear from the heights of the holy City,
Sound till the lions of England awake,
Sound for the tomb that our lives have betrayed;
O'er broken shrine and abandoned wall,
Trumpeter, sound the great recall,
Trumpeter, rally us, rally us, rally us;
Sound for the last Crusade!

V

Trumpeter, sound for the splendour of God!
Sound the music whose name is law,
Whose service is perfect freedom still,
The order august that rules the stars.
Bid the anarchs of night withdraw,
Too long the destroyers have worked their will,
Sound for the last, the last of the wars.
Sound for the heights that our fathers trod,
When truth was truth and love was love,
With a hell beneath, but a heaven above,
Trumpeter, rally us, up to the heights of it!
Sound for the City of God.

THE HEART OF CANADA

_July 1912_

Because her heart is all too proud
--_Canada! Canada! fair young Canada_--
To breathe the might of her love aloud,
Be quick, O Motherland!
Because her soul is wholly free
--_Canada kneels, thy daughter, Canada_--
England, look in her eyes and see,
Honour and understand.

Because her pride at thy masthead shines,
--_Canada! Canada!_--queenly Canada
Bows with all her breathing pines,
All her fragrant firs.
Because our isle is little and old
--_Canada! Canada!_--young-eyed Canada
Gives thee, Mother, her hands to hold,
And makes thy glory hers.

Because thy Fleet is hers for aye,
--_Canada! Canada!_--clear-souled Canada,
Ere the war-cloud roll this way,
Bids the world beware.
Her heart, her soul, her sword are thine
--_Thine the guns, the guns of Canada!_--
The ships are foaming into line,
And Canada will be there.

THE RETURN OF THE HOME-BORN

All along the white chalk coast
The mist lifts clear.
Wight is glimmering like a ghost.
The ship draws near.
Little inch-wide meadows
Lost so many a day,
The first time I knew you
Was when I turned away.

Island--little island--
Lost so many a year,
Mother of all I leave behin